Molto Bene time in Little Italy!

After the long day yesterday I felt like I deserved an adventure that tested my ability to relax. One might say, "Justin, that is ridiculous that's not a test..." which I would reply "Do you even know me?" It's not that I am high strung or anxious, hell I drive like Morgan Freeman in driving Ms. Daisy, but when I am up my motor always seems to be running at full capacity. I find myself much to often with a full plate of things that I want to finish before the day runs out, and I have the tendency of setting unattainable goals. You probably could imagine what that does for my self esteem... Justin the failure. Good thing is I have begun to break free of the shackles of self loathing and learning to be patient with myself. I think Beethoven has a better chance of completing his Unfinished Symphony then I do completely kicking my habit but it's a good start.

Now that we got all the touchy feeley crap out of the way, we can lighten up the conversation and talk about the little country within downtown San Diego. The country is rather small, filled with hipster restaurants, immaculately designed in modern decor none of which would resemble the old country. The only resemblance to Italy is the sever over the top Italian names and the sprinkling of pseudo Italian deli's & markets. To experience something that I would consider to reflect the name "Little Italy" is Saturday's farmers market (which I recommend).

My stupid and irrelevant opinions aside, it is a lovely place to spend a quite evening. The streets are clean, plenty of outside seating perfect for people watching, and an overwhelming feeling of being apart of the neighborhood. You can sense it, it's alive, it invites patrons with a warmth as if it already new they were coming. As you stroll down the couple of blocks you notice a connection with everyone around you, like we all were there for the same reason.

I took a short stroll around the main drag (no more than 3 blocks long, hidden between the airport and balboa park), and noticed a rather large contingent of of people lounging with what seemed like not a care in the world. The perfect place for me! It took a lot of self control to sit down at a Cafe to sip a cappuccino, and read my book outside and sporadically glancing at passers by. What a great feeling, I can say that in my life I rarely check out like I did tonight.

Good coffee, great biscotti, and a wonderful story... I can get used to that.

- Cheers

Food for Thought... check out the pic of the sunset. My question to you: How often do you appreciate the beauty of a sunset?